October 2011
67 posts
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“But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.”
—
Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via cougarchild)
Yes! Yes!
(via truth-addict)
“Stars should not be seen alone. That’s why there are so many of them. Two people should stand together and look at them. One person alone would surely miss the good ones.”
—Excerpt from Dry by Augusten Burroughs
“Did you ever, in that wonderland wilderness of adolescence ever, quite unexpectedly, see something, a dusk sky, a wild bird, a landscape, so exquisite terror touched you at the bone? And you afraid, terribly afraid of the smallest movement, a leaf, say, turning in the wind, will shatter it all? That is, I think, the way love is, or should be; one lives in beautiful terror.”
—Truman Capote (via katelizabeth)
“Tell me things I won’t mind forgetting,” she said. “Make it useless stuff or skip it.”
—Excerpt from “In the Cemetery Where Al Jolson is Buried” by Amy Hemple
“I am prone to envy. It is one of my three default emotions, the others being greed and rage. I have also experienced compassion and generosity, but only fleetingly and usually while drunk, so I have little memory.”
—Augusten Burroughs (via heywallace)
excerpt from "the confessional mode" by tony hoagland
The mouth is such a terrible instrument,
such a bloody harmonica,
wailing its complaints,
but it’s the great insulters we remember,
the ones with a vocabulary
of cancer and barbed wire.
“I’m the fucking Jew here,” she would announce,
setting down the dinner plates, smiling like a woman
invited to consume a meal of broken teeth,
and everyone would sigh and shiver
over their spaghetti, and wait for that particular
Russian novel to be over.
excerpt from "just spring" by tony hoagland
They broke the virgin’s plastic nose
with baseball bats
and marked her private parts with orange spray paint
because they loved their mothers so much
it was killing them,
but they left the gaunt, adolescent torso of Jesus
hanging on the wall, untouched
because they didn’t recognize themselves.
excerpt from "romantic moment" by tony hoagland
And if she was a Brazilian leopard frog she would wrap her impressive
tongue three times around my right thigh and
pummel me lightly against the surface of our pond
and I would know her feelings were sincere.
Instead we sit awhile in silence, until
she remarks that in the relative context of tortoises and iguanas,
human males seem to be actually rather expressive.
And I say that females crocodiles really don’t receive
enough credit for their gentleness.
Then she suggests that it is time for us to go
do something personal, hidden, and human.
